Seduction in a Suit: An Office Romance Collection

by Monica Corwin

  Why did I let Myra talk me into buying this?

  Turning she stared down the road hoping to see anyone riding to the rescue. No one was coming down the road. Resigned to getting the tire changed Chailyn walked to the trunk of her car.

  “Why do these things always happen to me when I’m in a rush? No, it couldn’t have happened yesterday when I was trying to get out of the stupid blind date my friends had set up for me?”

  Blowing her bangs out of her face she opened the trunk. Chailyn stopped and frowned in confusion looking at the leopard colored gym bag sitting in the trunk. Suddenly, she grinned in delight realizing why it was there. She and Myra, her best friend, had planned to go to the gym a couple of days ago. They had never made it; she had a project to complete and had forgotten.

  Scowling she remembered Myra had bitched and moaned at her for forgetting again lamenting on the fact she hadn’t been socializing at all lately. Making a rude grunt, Chailyn wondered how she could have been so gullible letting Myra con her into going out with the blind date from hell. Shuddering she didn’t want to think about it.

  Grabbing the bag, she rummaged though it until she found a big maroon t-shirt and sneakers she had packed. Finding them she quickly donned them then pushed the bag aside reaching for the tire. Grunting and cursing she got it out of the car rolling it to the flat tire. She leaned it against the side of the car. Rolling her shoulders Chailyn looked down at her filthy hands then wiped them on her shirt. Hurrying back to the trunk she grabbed the jack and started to jack up the car. Grunting Chailyn decided she needed to go back to the gym more often. Her arms felt like they were on fire.

  Finally getting the car up she took a deep breath before going to the side and hiking up her short cream-colored skirt she bent over and started to work on the nuts for the tire. Chailyn started to sing along with Mary J. Blige, singing about No More Drama in her life. Bumping her hips, she got off a nut letting it fall to the floor.

  Chailyn jumped as a throat cleared behind her. Whirling around she looked up and up, her gazed locked with serious and intense light gray eyes of the man standing a little bit away from her. Inhaling sharply, Chailyn’s eyes widened slightly as her gaze wandered over a face that was incredibly handsome. His features were sharp and defined- broad forehead, high cheeks, slightly crooked nose, and full sensuous lips in a straight line. Involuntary her eyes lowered to take in the gray suit jacket stretched across a muscular chest. His pale-yellow dress shirt and matching gray tie complemented him perfectly.

  Catching herself, Chailyn jerked her gaze back up and met intent light gray eyes staring at her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trailed down lightly tanned skin. She imagined he would taste salty and delicious. Scowling at the unexpected thought Chailyn shook her head. She had never been ruled by her libido and didn’t plan on starting now.

  Damn he is a fine specimen of manhood. Wonder what he is doing out here in the mid-.

  Realizing where she was, in the middle of a deserted stretch of highway with a strange man, Chailyn tried to think of all she had learned in those self-defense classes she had taken. She came up blank. Clenching her fist, she realized she still held the tire iron.

  Carefully she changed her grip of it bringing both hands up on it holding it like a bat. If he did any funny business she was going to hit him over the head with it. Making her intent know she changed her stance preparing to defend herself. Pleased when his eyes turned wary as he realized her intent Chailyn slid away from him.

  His husky voice stopped her. “Do you need help changing your tire?”

  He put his hands in front of him carefully trying to seem harmless. She stopped unsure if she could trust him no matter how handsome he was. Taking a quick peak at her watch she realized if she was going to make her meeting she had to. Reluctant to release her only weapon if he decided to try something Chailyn backed to her car.

  Without taking her eyes off him reached into her car feeling around for the pipe she had left in the car from another job. Touching it Chailyn was thankful she had left it. Pulling it out, Chailyn made sure he saw it. From his affronted look she knew he had. His lips quirked into a grin then he threw back his head and laughed. The rich sound made her body heat.

  The laughter changed him from handsome to devastating. His body rippled in mirth. Watching him Chailyn felt a little foolish about being so cautious but a woman alone had to be careful. Returning his gaze to hers his eyes twinkled merrily as he held out a hand for the tire iron. Smiling slightly, she handed it to him. Interest lit his gaze briefly before it was replaced by the same wary look he wore before.

  Cocking her head to the side Chailyn wondered why he was looking at her that way.

  Shrugging she answered his earlier question. “Yes, I do need help changing my tire.”

  He shook slightly then cleared his throat then bent down getting to work on the rest of the nuts. Backing away from him, Chailyn appreciated his tight ass as he bent over to work on the tire. Suddenly he turned to watch her. Trying for nonchalance she smiled. He frowned then stood and took of his jacket looking for someplace to put it.

  “Give it to me.” Chailyn said as she held out one hand.

  He handed it to her touching her fingers. His eyes heated and Chailyn’s breath caught at his touch. His hands were hot and smooth. Jerking back his hand he hurriedly got back to working on the car. Gripping tightly onto the jacket Chailyn knew he felt something to. Even though he acted like nothing had happened. She wondered why and going with her instinct she figured he was harmless.

  Watching the way his pants hugged his tight butt she changed her mind. She was sexually attracted to him and by the way he acted, he was too even though he seemed resistant to the idea. That made him very dangerous. Knowing herself Chailyn groaned softly. She was always a sucker for a challenge.

  Okay you win libido. Do your worst.

  Seeing his muscles ripple under his shirt as he put more strength into getting off the last nut Chailyn couldn’t let this opportunity go by. Frowning she wondered what to say. She had been out of the dating game too long. Racking her brain to come up with something she observed him taking off the tire and carrying it to the trunk.

  Abruptly she said. “Do you go to the gym?”

  He turned and looked at her strangely. Groaning silently Chailyn wished she could have come up with something better to say.

  “Yes.” His answer was abrupt and cold as he turned and continued to put the tire in the trunk.

  Unsure what to do in the face of his rude attitude Chailyn watched him silently. He glanced up over the raised trunk then smiled softly. Glancing down at her he gestured.

  “I’m also a black belt in karate, if I wanted to hurt you I could take that from you easily.”

  Looking down at the pipe she was still holding, Chailyn gave it another shot.

  “Thanks for telling me. I’m a black belt myself in PW.”

  Frowning in confusion he asked, “PW?”

  Smiling gamely, “Pipe Wielding.”

  He stared at her for a second then started to laugh. Chailyn smiled then started to laugh along with him. Chuckling he came back towards the side of the car. Her heart beat faster at the smooth way he moved.

  He stopped close to her watching her as he said, “That’s good to know at least we know where we stand.”

  Flirting lightly Chailyn watched him, “Do we really?”

  Holding her breath, as he didn’t say anything for a few seconds Chailyn waited for his response. The sensuous grin that curved his lips caused wetness to pool in her lower belly.

  “Yes, we do.” Winking at her he turned and worked on the tire.

  Listening to his tone, Chailyn exhaled softly feeling like she was touched all over by velvet lined gloves. Striving to control her reaction she waited until he had put on the tire then lowered her car off the jack. He put the things away in the trunk of the car closing it. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket he wiped his hands clean then came back to her side
he took the jacket she extended to him and shrugged into it settling it into place.

  He smiled watching her expectantly. Opening her mouth Chailyn started to speak just as her cell phone rang.

  “I, shoot I have to get that, give me a minute.” Dashing to the car she reached for her bag and grabbed the cell phone.

  “Hello... Sineda... I can’t talk to him... Yes, Mr. Branson. Okay yes.”

  Listening to her client, Mr. Branson, have a fit on the phone, Chailyn prayed for patience. Turning back to face the man she watched in dismay as he walked away then got into his Blue Lexus. He smiled at her through the windshield then waved as he started the car. Pulling out he glanced at her one more time and drove away. Silently cursing her luck Chailyn watched his car fade in the distance. Impatiently she opened her door and got in the car. Turning on the engine she continued to listen to Mr. Branson absently and wondered if she would see him again.

  Driving down the road, Mitchell Nash was tempted to look back at the lovely woman again. Squeezing the steering wheel, he controlled the urge. He didn’t have time for any entanglements and the fine woman back there had it written all over her luscious face. Walking up to her and seeing that sexy body covered in that maroon t-shirt and short cream skirt, Mitchell wanted to have her then and there. Her smooth honey colored legs beckoned for him to touch her.

  Jumping a woman, he had just meet, wasn’t his style but she tempted him. When she had looked at him with those heavily lashed amber with flecks of green eyes he had felt like he had swallowed his tongue. His body heated in the memory of those high sculptured cheeks offset by the plump lips. The feelings those lips invoked were raw and untamed. Her black hair, with honey highlights, fell in kinky curls to mid back and framed that gorgeous face. Everything about the woman invoked a primal need in him to make her his. It had rattled him since that wasn’t him. Thanks, that the call had come when it did, so they hadn’t kissed as he was about to do. The idea that he would kiss someone he just met was also against what he had ever done.

  Shaking his head, he turned into the parking lot of his offices. He didn’t have time for those types of feelings especially after learning he had to work with his competition on the Hayes project. CT Design Group was a pain in his butt. That woman, Chailyn Kincaid, and her company had come out of nowhere taking lucrative contracts from his company, Structural. He hadn’t met her but could begrudgingly respect her. She was good at what she did and both his firm and hers had gone head to head on a lot of the same contracts.

  They were evenly matched in winning the various contracts until he had gotten the Hayes project. Tickled at the victory over his competition he had gone out of town on business. Receiving the call from Sasha DiMarcia, one of his engineer’s, telling him the news about them having to share the project, had brought him home early. He still couldn’t figure out what had happened.

  Driscoll Hayes, the owner if the Hayes Company, had given the project to build his new office building to Structural and now all of a sudden; he wanted them to work as a team in conjunction with CT Design Group to build him a ‘visional canvas’ for his office. That’s what Hayes had told him when he spoke to him earlier. Although Driscoll hadn’t said it, he assumed that Structural, as the winning bidder, would be in charge of things. Although, he didn’t like having to work with CT Design Group and by extension Chailyn Kincaid, he’d deal with it since he was in charge. He would minimize her involvement and have her do just enough to please Driscoll that they work together.

  Swearing at the turn of events, Mitchell parked the car in his spot and quickly turned it off gathered his things and got out. Striding to the building his mind wandered back to the woman wondering if he would see her again. Frowning he knew it wouldn’t matter his company was all he could handle right now. Opening the door, he walked into his offices. Smiling he took in the reception area of his office.

  A feeling of pride and contentment filled him all his hard work had paid off. Structural was one of the best firms in the Rowan. The reception area boosted pictures of some of the firms work and was decorated in shades of blue. Fluffy dark blue chairs and sofas encompassed the vast room creating an atmosphere of comfort. Continuing across the floor Mitchell waved at the receptionist and strode down the short hallway to the offices in the back. Passing the offices of the rest of his staff he waved but didn’t stop until he came to his own offices.

  Accepting the messages from his assistant, Pamela, who was on the phone Mitchell went into his office. Looking up he was surprised to see Sasha sitting in his office. Sighing Mitchell wondered what new problem she was going to tell him about. Everything to Sasha was a problem. Glancing at his watch he noticed the time and frowned. He didn’t have time to deal with her today. Deciding to get rid of her quickly he walked to his desk dropped his papers on it.

  “Sasha, I have less than thirty minutes to get ready for my meeting. So, make this quick.”

  Ignoring her frown, he started to gather his papers for the up-coming meeting with Chailyn Kincaid. Absently he picked up the file of information he had on the project and shuffled in the tentative drawing he had come up with. Looking around Mitchell made sure he had everything he needed. Seeing he did he glanced up impatiently at Sasha. She was watching him with an indescribable look on her face.

  Seeing she had his attention, Sasha smiled and said in a sultry alto. “We have a problem. J-”

  He barely stifled his groan at her words. He was tired of dealing with these little nuisances she came to him with. He knew full well she could handle it herself but she insisted on coming to him. Trying to cut her off before she could really get started Mitchell interjected.

  “Sasha take it to Nicolas. He’ll be handling all the day to day issues until the Hayes project is done.” He stated firmly.

  He sent a silent sorry to his buddy, Nicolas Brendan, who he had finally convinced to become a full partner in the firm. Sasha scowled. Trying for patience Mitchell couldn’t understand why the two of them never seemed to get along. Watching Sasha, he knew they would have to work it out; he just hoped there wouldn’t be too much blood shed before they did.

  “My problem is with Nicolas. Mitc…”

  “Running to tell on me, Sasha. What problem is it you have with me?” Nicolas said in a silky voice from the doorway his blue eyes flashing.

  Sasha winced and frowned. Getting quickly to her feet she turned to face Nicolas. Mitchell could see the fine tremors that racked her body.

  The venom in her voice shocked him. “Your penance for listening in the doorway for one. The rude, boorish…”

  Cutting her off Mitchell said. “Look you two, I don’t have time to play referee for you. Solve the problem and move on.”

  Sasha glared at Nicolas then turned back to face Mitchell.

  Smiling she said softly. “I have some new ideas I want to show you. Can you come by my place later?”

  “Sorry I’ll be tied up most of the day and work late to make up for the trip. Show them to Nicolas.”

  “Am I invited to your place too?” Nicolas asked.

  Ignoring him, Sasha grudgingly agreed then without looking at Nicolas left the room. Shaking his head, Mitchell watched as Nicolas sprawled in the chair in front of his desk then put his lanky jean covered legs on his desk. Taking his own seat, he stared at him until he took his legs off his desk.

  “I need you and Sasha to get along Nicolas I have enough stress with this project.”

  Nicolas studied him then shook his head. “You don’t have a clue, do you? Sasha doesn’t want to get along with me. She wants to get along with you.”

  Confused Mitchell asked. “What are you talking about?”

  Staring at him in disbelief Nicolas replied. “Nothing. If you’re to blind to see it I’m not going to tell you. Why are you so late?”

  Frowning at the abrupt changed of subject Mitchell answered. “My flight was late getting in and I met a woman-”

  Nicolas hoot cutting him off. “You met a woman.
Bout damn time. What is the name of this lovely lady who was able to pull you away from your protractor? Does she have any friends? When are you getting married? Kids?”

  Laughing at his craziness Mitchell stated. “Before you start planning my retirement. I don’t know her name and I just changed her tire.”

  “Was she cute?”

  The woman’s face flashed before his eyes. “No. She was gorgeous.”

  “And you didn’t get her number?”

  Suppressing his laughter at Nicolas’ disgruntled expression Mitchell shook his head. Nicolas groaned in disgust and scowled at him. Getting up he sat on the corner of the desk then slapped his palm on it.

  “The one woman who has captured your attention and you didn’t get her number. Haven’t I taught you anything? Get the number then think about it later. Now you’ll probably never see her again.”

  Thinking about it now Mitchell felt sorry he hadn’t gotten her number and he wouldn’t see her again. Shaking off the feeling he steered Nicolas back to business.

  “It’s over and done with now. Fill me in on what’s going on?”

  Starting at him silently Nicolas shook his head then filled him in briefly. The buzzer sounded interrupting Nicolas.

  Tapping the buzzer Mitchell said. “Yes.”

  “Ms. Kincaid has arrived for your meeting Mr. Nash.”

  Glancing at the time he noted she was a few minute’s early. “I’ll be right out Pamela.” Letting go of the buzzer, he stood motioning for Nicolas to join him. “Fill me in later, let me go deal with this meeting. I don’t know how she weaseled her way into the contract Nic but Chailyn Kincaid has some real balls.”

  Opening the door, he let Nicolas go through first. Nicolas stopped and he stumbled into his back.